Suddenly, my inner voice popped out and asked, "Hey Hasini, what's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Why are you just sitting there staring at him?"
"Hhaha! Look at how handsome and cute this guy is! Just look at him, I feel like keeping my eyes on him forever," I replied, resting my cheek in my hand, smiling and unknowingly flirting with him.
"Hey Hasini, what on earth are you doing?" my inner voice asked again, giving me a flick on my head.
A sharp headache hit me, so I turned to my inner voice and complained, "Ouch, what is this? You live inside me and yet you hit me? Have you no mercy?"
"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I? Having you means having me too. But wait, didn't you lose the game precisely because he took your strawberry milk shake? Failure doesn't even exist in your dictionary, right? Yes or no?" it fired back.
"Ah, yes," I muttered.
"Then instead of scolding him, what are you doing? Are you flirting with him?" my inner voice asked, folding its arms.
"Yes, um..." I started, blushing. Then, suddenly realizing what I had just admitted, I snapped back, "Yikes! Me, flirting with him? What on earth are you talking about? Nobody plays games with Hasini! If this Hasini wants a life partner, he needs to meet a minimum standard. At least some of the qualities I dream of in a life partner must be in him—only then will he be worthy of Hasini's audience!" I boasted proudly, flipping up my collar while talking to my inner voice.
"Well, if you're such a fierce lioness, stop flirting and go show that guy who took your strawberry milk shake what you're made of!" my inner voice declared before retreating back inside me.
"That's right! What am I even doing flirting with this guy? Hasini, go teach the guy who stole your strawberry milk shake a lesson!" I told myself. I stood up, walked right up in front of him, and snapped my fingers, calling out, "Hey mister!"
He simply looked up at me for a second and went right back to his phone. I snapped my fingers and called out two more times, but got zero response. That made my blood boil. This time, I slammed both hands down on the table, glared right at him, and snapped, "Hey mister! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf or what?!"
Instantly, he lifted his head, gave me a piercing, murderous glare, and leaped straight out of his chair. My heart started pounding instantly. Oh my god, what kind of human is he ? He's looking at me like a leopard! What's going to happen to me now?! I panicked inwardly.